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The spirit of Vigrid

On the field of Vigrid a cold night
a thick fog rests
Feels like a heavenly suffocation
There I stand in the heart of the fog
 
A late October fullmoon night
lonely on a pagan field
In the spirit of Vigrid
in the fog of my fate
 
I feel a cold breeze drifting lightly by
it touches me, takes me far away
I float through the air lonely as a raven
while the spirit of Vigrid slowly lets me die
 
Take me to nowhere
so that I can die
and let the spirit of Vigrid
still hunt
for the souls of the strong men
 
Strenghten the spirit of Vigrid
so that it can be worshipped
and make a lesser
might disappear
 

Buried in Eljudnir

In the dark hall
where death is ones call
 
For here no mercy is
in the empty forgotten hall
where Balder froze
and died in hels dark hall
 
Buried in Eljudne
where no man peace can find
pain and plague
from the realms of deaths desire
Let the screams sound
and lure death forth
it shall bring
perdition into them
 
In obscure and ancient valleys
Æsir and Vanir - all is tormented
In the cold and dark Eljudnir
In obscure and ancient valleys
 
The crusade of emtiness has arrived
Oblivion and loss has the realms of death
Æsir and Vanir are all in Hel doomed
where Balder was buried
 

Black Wisdom

On Norwegian earth we stand
sons of the norse tribe
Proud we stand with swords and shields in hand
We remember the time
a time forgotten
but soon to be reconquered
When the gods ruled
and battles were like the blood in our veins
 
When we, vikings of Norway ruled the cold north
and spread fear with our swords
 
Flames lit the sky then, but not anymore
Blood floated in wild rivers and soon the blood will float again
Our might is not gone we still stand
with our ancestors wisdom
Black as the night
Wise as the king of Valhalla
 
An oath was sworn
Sworn to revenge
Revenge and hate
Our hate we will give them
 
The pagan reunion awaits
Reach for your sword, reach for your axe
Winds become storms days turn to nights
The time for revenge has arrived slaughter them whom once slaughtered
Our crusade of death marches on
 
The crown of thorns will fall hard to the ground
Once a nomans king will descend from his throne
He shall vanish vanish forever
Vikings will enter with swords in blood
to crush the throne and release our ancestors
The pagan gods who in black wisdom
once ruled and now will rule again
 

Jotun Wandering

From heimen in the north a great horde is coming
leaving deep prints of jotun feet
 
A wandering towards the doomsday field
the path leads them towards the throne of death
Out bursts the lust of the flesh which gives might, and slaughters without mercy
 
A wandering that leads them
far away from Jotunheimen
 

The Raid of the Nightraven

Standing in a misty forest
feeling a vapour of coldness
death is awaited this night
the death of myself
Here in the hall of Mørkveden
I torture myself in hate
pushing the sword deeper into myself
deeper and deeper until it devours my mind
 
The raid of the nightraven will commence
when the night it shall praise
It floats above me as a sign
of death, darkness and Helheim
there where a hundred men live
and their souls and blood harden
The raid of the nightraven will come
when the day has come to an end
 
Hail my death - in the embracement of the forest
My screams sounded - come raven of the night
I am now wandering as a slave of darkness - forgotten and lost
 
My flesh is freezing to ice, as my soul is wandering
There you can feel the breeze of death, and is amongst the slaves of dark Hel
 
There the forest lies hidden
black, obscure and forgotten
no man is found
where cold and darkness is bound
The forest is enshrouded by fog
so that no one can find it
Only those that long for death
and to Hel will descend
 
Above the wood south of Midgard, above Mørkvedens inner hall
A nightraven is flying, still with a lust for death
 

A Bygone Time

Our metaphysical reality is lost
The gods are a dead myth in man's life
Stand as evhemeristic symbols
no longer as a milestone in our hearts
 
Man has deared the way for rethinking
the foolishness of the slave and the unworthy
Shall we forget and let it be
a bygone time?
 

From Ginnunga-gap to Eternity

From Ginnunga-gap to eternity
From the dawn of time to doomsday
From giants blood to world seas
From bone and marrow to mountains and land
 
Our time is spoken, the yearning scream
The Twilight of the gods has been told
But up from the deep, the forgotten, the gloomy
rises the time of pagan past
 
I stand in the shadow of visions
The banished truth lies here
Rip my soul, steal my mind
Still, I will never be yours
 
Give way for me mongrels of the father of lies
Bearers of betrayal. From the dust came, into dust remain
vanish with time, time forgotten and lain in ruins
 
Hear my timeless call, our revelation, our fall
Give me wisdom, give me power for the betrayal has sunk into oblivion
A new victory has been told another faith has decayed
 
The heaven draws idolunearthed from deep sources
The lineage hidden in the memory of man up from the deep we shall find
 
From Ginnunga-gap to eternity
From Ginnunga-gap to eternity
 
Give way for me mongrels of the father of lies
Bearers of betrayal. from the dust came, into dust remain
vanish with time, time forgotten and lain in ruins
 
Visions of eternity in the shadow is told
Spreads while the other dies
From Ginnunga-gap to eternity
The Norse lineage will never die!!
 
Die
 

The Night of Revelation

In endless times abandoned, I have dwelled in sorrow
But on this last night, times of sorrows ariseand
Cast a dark shadow upon the wistful land
A cold and spiteful horror falls into Christ‘ embrace
 
I open my eyes see a world that waits
That waits for me, the mighty warrior
In mortal silence rests, my mind is hateful, my soul is bitter
I close my eyes
The night of revelations will arrive when the christians shall perish
Their time is at an end when Helheim calls
I will shatter the christian faith, I will defy God
I will poison the bridge of light for I am the messenger of the gods
 
I sit in Bondat the judgement of the powers, keeper of the worlds
By the heathen hordes court
 
I come dressed in the black of the plague, the necromancer of the night of revelation
When the clouds crack, I’ll be gone, and Gods‘ flock with death departed
One last breath of deaths‘ wind vanished, annihilated all by a now forgotten past
Nothing remains of false memories
The Norse pride is free at last
 

The Etheral Spirits Twilightdance

In woods spellbound by nature’s creatures
Behind stones and trees, in thickets and caves
In noble times and dead nobles‘ land
Where myths were writ by norse men
 
Upon misty fields and moors, in the twilight of dawn
One knew about them, but saw them not
 
One can see tracks in the earth from the spirit’s enchanting dance
 
Upon misty and moorse – Effindance
 
I wonder in these times after the magic’s gone
I wonder how man himself was subdued by eastern faith
 
Small fairies walk in line a dark late-autumn evening
Small fairies walk to the fields a dark late-autumn evening
Dance with me - Effindance by the dawning of late-autumn brilliance
 
Times of wisdom have become foolishness
Norse harmony has become christian stupidity
The Viking Age is our greatest loss
Gods of magic, free the norse man
 
Fairies of mystery, dance in a ring but the memory of them has faded
A new era is intact but the old one refuses to be lost
 
Renounce and be captured by disease and die
Or hail noble times and take part in their Effindance
 

Blood & Fire

Born under a bloodred moon
Day as night and night as sky
In a hellish crash of hammerpounds
Hail, you kinsmen of this day
 
Our legions millenium symbol
bloodmoon and firesuns son
Steeled with strength and wisdom in the bottom of the
well of Mime
 
Born in blood and fire
 
The vengeance of the once brave, the acknowledger of the truth
The truth behind his portals where death breeds hunger
 
A dreamvision, a future icon Nemesis,
the face of terror on our side against christian apathy
 

Eternal

Die young, die hard
to Valhalla we travel
 
In a hellish ride
men moulded of granite
Several hundred warrior's symposium
an eternal feast with meal and bottle
 
Pour our mugs to the rim
don't give a damn about tomorrow's pain
Drink for our brothers
and drink for those who died
 
Drink!... your mead
Drink!... for Odin
 
Die honourfull, die without fear
To the golden halls
In a hellish ride
 
Die young, die hard, die honourfull,
die without fear
 

Ironforest

In a hellish crash Thor thundered
Three beasts were born someone has committed adultery
Demigods laughs tonight hailing the jotun-mother Angerboda
 
An eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
Reap what you sow if you sow your own grave
 
Defend yourself against the north
guard yourself for the primeval forest
Creatures in the guise of the wolf
Fenris has blood on teeth
 

Asgardsreien

When the storm sets
and tear trees apart
Then, around the darkest hours
the dogs of Odin will gather
 
You can hear us when the moon appear above
But you will never see us
before you become a warrior yourself
 
The hunter leads us we are born to fight
Over mountains and fjords through enchanted forests
 
Odins hunt Asgardsreien
 
Odins dogs Einherjen
 

Know your Enemy

A rite in pain a rite in blood
Metal against flesh everything turns out dead
A slaughter in Hov a victim of sacrifice
Metal against flesh everything turns out dead
 
An escape from life a journey without time
Towards the crops of death grim, sharp claws
 
Another slaughter of an impotence
 
Know your enemy learn to know him
It feels liberating to see the impotence burn
 

Odins Maiden

Gautaty sent Gondul and Skogul to choose among the kings,
whom of Yngves lineage should go to Odin and be in Valhalla
(from Haakonarmaal)
 
Ride my fair maidens
Ride and bring them in
Take to horse fair maidens
Ride and bring my men in
 
Through air and water
To find fallen men
As north then west
across the sky on shieldmaidens horse
Come my fair maidens
and listen to my words
Come my fair maidens
with mead and flesh on the table
 
My warriors on the horse
My servants to the feast
Children of the highest halls
Mine, Odins maidens
 

Realm of Terror

The realm of terror bursts out
everyone a deceitfull act
An arranged play of misantrophes we are
The realm of terror takes control
attack from every side
Total annihilation of the existing
 
Screams in the night
Where I am, exists no God
Where I stand, stands no one by me
Where I go, no one follows
Taken into oath is the icon of steel
my pure truth... the one
 
The desolate realm lies dead
everyone sealed their own faith
 
Last act of a masterpiece
of the misanthropes that we were
 

Thor in Helheim

A chair stood high under arched stone
It was made of skulls and brittle bones of the dead
There, one could see Hel brooding, she was white to the foot
Towards the crown of her head blue, from blood that ran beneath
 
A dead man's white bone, well bleached in the moonlight
She stretched out to torment, with a vengeful mind
It smelled of earth, she waved it like a wand
Like a scepter, she wielded it in her cruel hand
 
It was so quiet within, the smell of corpses everywhere
No winds moved there, only empty sighs were returned
Three blue-flamed torches stood by each of the dead
Beheld in empty terror, without a trace of blood
 
Thor was seen smiling, he turned around
He hastened forward into the ring of the dead
He then shouted these harsh words:
Thus will it be for every woman who dares not to follow Thor
 
You poor fools who fear injury and death
Now may Hel inflict injury eternally upon you, with woe and bitter hardship
You let not the helmet adorn your head in battle
You were created to tremble, so tremble for eternity
 
Then the harsh warrior went steadily before Hela
He had to soften his voice in her dark home
He said, pallid woman, you punish justly
But I do not stand here of my own free will
 
To journey to the chieftain of Utgard, I had set my mind upon
He has caused me to wander in here
For tell me if you know which road I must take
To go to the strong kin in Jotunheim
 
Then to the swinger of Mjölnir, Hel shouted in her rough voice
It rang like the sword against a suit of armor
Depart from my black arch, walk ahead, soon you will be there
It blinds me to see the rosiness of your health
 
The agile god Thor waved hastily, with a bold glance
Loki turned away as Hel walked past him
Tightly he closed his eyes, so heavy to him that day
She looked at him and sighed, her scepter rang